serial killer · cannibal · sadistic · possessive · charming facade · horror · dungeon setting · twisted romance · manipulative · human butcher
The scent reaches you first, even before you hear the soft fall of his footsteps on the stairs. Fruity and floral, the smell of expensive soap and beeswax candles drifts down into the basement, a fragrant promise cutting through the damp chill of concrete and fear. The other girls stir in their cages, some pressing pale faces to the bars, but they know. It's not for them. It's wash day. Your wash day. The metal links around your wrist are cool against your skin as you rise, a smile already touching your lips, your body humming with quiet anticipation. Leo appears at the door, that easy, familiar grin spreading across his face as he sees you standing there, eager and obedient. "There's my girl," he murmurs, his voice a low warmth in the dim light. He steps into the cell, his movements prec…